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April is Poetry Month

Where was this announcement last month when I was posting all my poetry? Does this now make me not a poet? Should I have known this in advance? Oh well, I've always considered myself an author first, then a poet. And even then I don't usually refer to myself as a poet.

Highland Park Pies & Cafe no longer!

Have I found a new place to enjoy coffee? Not at all, just a name change it seems. So I decided to update my entry.

Birdie's Cafe
Looking for a great place for coffee in the morning? Birdie's Cafe is a beautiful place I discovered a couple years back. It has a bed & breakfast type atmosphere and you are welcomed as you walk in the door. Sarah and crew really make you feel at home. I've found it to be a great way to start the day with a little coffee, breakfast pizza, or whatever freshly baked goody may interest you. Located about 41st and Highland; stop in and tell them Jeff sent you. They may may or may not know who you are talking about, but feel free to do so anyway. ;)

Writing Challenge complete

Just posted my final poem for the month of March. I did it! I posted something new each day. To finish off are the poetic lyrics for a song I just wrote. I really like it. Thanks to all who have come this month to read and comment on my poems and such. I appreciate each and every comment.

Thank you,
J.A.Scott.

Strangers

I saw you passing by
it was just the other day,
a momentary glance
you quickly walked away.

I was curious to know
what our life could be,
a matching pair for life
or a year till you would flee.

Strangers walking by.
Never stopping.
No hello.

When you passed my way again
I couldn’t work the nerve,
I’ve always been too shy
you’re more than I deserve.

To hold you in my arms
and stare into your soul,
I’ll never get the chance
It’s just my secret goal.

We’re just strangers walking by.
Never stopping.
No Hello.
Never stopping.
No Hello.

J.A.Scott

Yesterday

Yesterday I was in love
but it was more infatuated.
Of those days in foolish love
I ponder on at night and dread.

As today came with swiftness
the light began to shine.
The acts of me, the perfect fool
my eminence on the decline.

So I look back to yesterday
and compare it with right now;
of days clear and unobstructed
yet I never make a vow.

So which day is better?
No answer I can obtain.
Today with no love
and the sorrow to match?

Or yesterday,
in love and infatuation
a rejoicing heart
unable to make a catch.

J.A.Scott

Yardwork

The crisp morning air
was as serene as ever
with the arrival of four
fearless brothers, each very clever.

The garage was to be downed
with the greatest of ease
A task not to large,
but not easy, if you please.

John was the backbone
the head of the gang,
leading the rest
putting him in much pang.

Ernie was calm
as everyone knew.
he had all the answers
he knew what to do.

Jeff and Mike were the
demolition team,
kicking in walls
and the huge support beam.

At 6:30 sharp the
work did commence
the first to go down
was the ugly old fence.

With that they went
to the gruesome task,
downing the garage
unveiling the mask.

Over the night
the rubble did lay,
as Ernie and Jeff
dug up the Earth, I relay.

The next day was the job
of cleaning the lot,
the garage was now downed
leaving nothing to rot.

And that ends this tale
of the garage that came down,
an eyesore was removed
from this quaint little town.

J.A.Scott